Sharon’s Wolves(37)

Cooper splashed water at his face. “Just after you head out to inspect some logging site.”

“I see why we would be inclined to stick close to home,” Jackson mused.

Cooper stared at Sharon’s breasts. He was a boob man through and through. Always had been. And hers were perfection. Just the right size and shape. Pert. Deep pink nipples that darkened when she was aroused.

“Stroke her nipples, Jackson. I want to watch.”

Her head lolled to one side as Jackson removed his arm from under her breasts so they bounced free halfway under the water.

Cooper switched off the flow of warm water spilling into the tub from the side and returned his gaze to Sharon’s chest. He loved pussy. Hers in particular. But his first love was tits.

Jackson cupped them from below and then swung his thumbs up and across the tops until they stroked over her distended tips.

She arched into him, wrapping her hands around his forearms at both sides.

“Drop your hands, Sharon.”

Her eyes widened, and she met his gaze, hesitating at his command.

He held her gaze with his, not blinking or changing the serious look he knew was on his face. “Let go of Jackson’s arms, baby. Put your hands at your sides.”

She slowly let her fingers peel away and lowered them into the water.

Even through the depths of the tub, he scented her change. Her pussy leaked. Her arousal shot through the roof. Her face flushed for the millionth time. It would always be a telltale sign of how horny she was. She liked being told what to do. No. She loved it.

Jackson stroked her tits, his face lowered to watch as the nipples darkened and elongated.

She was horny all right. Perhaps more than when they’d been inside her.

Fuck me. No mate could have been more perfectly selected for him.

“Pinch them, Jackson.”

Jackson didn’t lift his gaze toward Cooper, but he did grasp the tight points between his thumbs and pointers and lightly squeezed.

“Harder.”

Jackson continued. He even twisted the tips back and forth, rolling them between his fingers as she now writhed beneath him.

She had no idea there was a constant low moan coming from her lips. So fucking sexy. That’s why he continued.

His cock was rigid again, and he let one hand wander between his legs to wrap around the shaft and stroke up and down under the water.

“Jesus,” Jackson breathed. “Who are you controlling? Her? Or me? Or both?”

“Mmm.” Cooper didn’t comment further. This was totally unfamiliar territory for him also. He’d never been with two people before, and certainly never been with another man. But he knew he was innately rather dominant. Or at least he liked to make his women feel the way Sharon’s face projected she felt now.

Jackson adjusted himself behind Sharon, perhaps relieving the pressure against his cock or increasing it.

Cooper continued to masturbate while he stared at Sharon’s tits.

The water made small waves across the surface from their combined movements, the splashes often lapping over her nipples and making her squirm.

Her head lolled to one side farther. She gripped her thighs with her fingers. He would let her do that. She needed it. It grounded her. But man he could not wait to secure her hands to that slatted headboard of hers and give her no mercy. If this was how she reacted to gentle commands in the tub, he could only imagine what would happen when he really took charge.

“Let go of one tit and fuck her pussy with your fingers, Jackson. I want to watch her come.” He stroked himself with a bit more pressure, letting his arousal increase with hers.

Sharon’s mouth fell open when Jackson breached her tight entrance.

Under the water, Cooper watched as Jackson pressed his palm flat against her clit and thrust his fingers into her sheath. He did exactly what Cooper wanted him to do and fucked her hard and fast.

“That’s it. Neither of you has any idea how fucking hot it is to watch you like this.” He squeezed his cock and stopped stroking for a second, keeping his impending orgasm at bay.

Jackson seemed to hold his breath as he released her breast and flattened his palm against her neck, spreading his fingers so her head tipped farther away from him, leaving her neck exposed.

Waves lapped over her nipples, making her writhe further, but Jackson held her steady, fucking her harder, his fingers thrusting in and out of her rapidly.

Cooper stroked his cock again as Sharon’s breaths came quicker. Her fingers dug into her thighs. Her heels dug into his. When she arched her chest out and sucked in a sharp breath, he came, her scream of release right behind the jets of come that spilled into the water from his cock.

Jesus, she was hot. She was going to be the death of him.





Chapter Sixteen